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The Blind Swordsman.

A tragedy... An abrupt departure... Death... And rebirth. Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword. A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond. It unveiled something, Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented.... A being who seems to weave the threads of fate. Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will? If he does exist, what purpose does he serve? Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him? If it is another's will, can he defy it? Can he turn his sword against his creator, A being who literally writes his reality? Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows, Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

_Eshwar_ · Realistic
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286 Chs

Judgement [R-18]

Ken questioned lazily, but there seemed that there wasn't a need to slap himself to keep himself awake anymore.

Before she answered him, his hands rose to embrace her by her waist and from the chains binding her to the cuffs around her wrists, the restraints binding her, turned into nothing more than heavy iron dust that dissipated into thin air, spreading all over the hall.

Why and how that happened were questions,

Yet,

Neither Ela nor Cuthbert were curious about the answer, for differing reasons.

To Ela, it was because it was for the first time since they reunited again that he actually showed concern for her well being, thus, she didn't even care about how and what he did to turn her cuffs into dust.

But to Cuthbert, it was because he knew for a fact that the moment he knew the answer to that would be the moment he'd die.